Redefining misanthropy for a fresh generation. Standard posts begin with a definition from Ambrose Bierce's The Devil's Dictionary followed by a modern adjustment. Miscellany on Wednesday and storytelling on Saturday.

Saturday, November 06, 2010

The Reformation of Wolfshausen

This episode also concludes Waking Ambrose, with gratitude and appreciation for all of you who have participated and made this site so much fun for such a long time. Thank you all. Be well and be in touch.

98 comments:

I loved this episode. It is so easy to screw up the end but you did it wonderfully, and Waking Ambrose should be very proud Actonbell did the final reading! And I had to go back to "Ludmilla?" more times, it was hilarious. Was that TLP?

Not trying to spoil the mood but I think you all know it when a piece of skin inside your mouth gets released but still attached, and you keep feeling it with your tongue but are not able to get rid of it. Maddening...

Come see. I'll come snoop around to see what you're doing. I know you can't just be quiet for long.

Meaning visit my corny blog when you like. If you come to Houston Mrs. Jim and I should be here in person. (Well, she's in London right now visiting with the kids but she will be back soon.)..Actonbell is a good reader. Her calling might be books on media?..

As the sun is starting upon its rise above the horizon on the last dawning of your blog, the Bear and I have listened to the final chapter of Wolfshausen together. Stellar writing as usual - and a very nice finish by the Pez crew - thank you. I'm not very good on saying goodbye so I just won't. See you soon.

Thanks, TLP. For the most part we've all been good to each other and it has been grand.

I'm not going anywhere, Nessa, that I know of. Just the blog.

Jim, I agree. She makes it fun. And the only thing I expect to be different in my RSS reader is that "Waking Ambrose" will stop ticking it forward. If I'm in Houston, the Jim Bunch will be on my itinerary. Likewise, I hope, if you come to LA.

Bear, you're welcome. Thanks for adding to it all and I'll see you on the by-ways.

Terry, there's no call for goodbyes.

Karen, I don't remember that but I'm glad you're there to report on the netherworld.

Wow, Actonbell. Not to overuse that word, but--WOW. You're reading is terrific!

I think Cooper should move onward, too. She can break into another chorus of "What Now My Love", the Sonny and Cher (not the Elvis), version. Or maybe we'll all get lucky and she'll deposit another comment about dog poo.

This is the end, my friend. Endings are often new beginnings, though, so who knows what's in store in Blogville or other villes. I thoroughly enjoyed this blog, and I'm thankful there was and is such a thing as blogging. What a world it has opened up! You are a masterful wordsmith, and this blog has been a pleasure to read and comment on over the years. I've gone from being a has-been blogger to now being a lazy Facebooker. These newfangled internet communicating thingies are swell. Enjoy being free of the blogging task master, and rejoice in your newfound liberty. Selah.

Great story and wonderful reading... Sad that this blog is ending, truly. But of course all blogs -- and everything, for that matter -- runs a course and comes to an end. Congratulations for stopping while it was still a great blog! One of the the best.... And yes, if you start a new train, we want to hop on.

Dear Douglas...Thank you very muchfor all you have so generously shared here.You are a gentle, caring soul,with a wonderfully witty, bright mind,and a very kind heart.Of course you will be missed,but I will think of you often,with much fondness and appreciationfor all you do upon this Earth.Take care, be well and happy,and remember thateven a wrong trainis always the right one...xo lisa

It was a pretty subdued event, Quilly. You may not have been here at the very beginning (I was nearly alone here at the very beginning) but you were here so much of the run it may as well be the whole time.

Karen, I'm touched that you have such kind words to say for Jim. You're right, I left the way open for Doug Drones On to continue after the New Year. I'm not sure if I'll do anything with it, but the title might take a new meaning too. I am only certain it will not be a six-day-per week scheduled affair with definitions from The Devil's Dictionary. We'll see.

Selfishly my first thought was "no. Doug. No." My second thought was "I've known him for almost six years. He could have told me."But my third thought was "go on. I know your address. And I've been wanting a long train ride--sleeper car please."You are one of the most important people in the blogoshphere to me and can never be replaced.

Pia and Mo'a, there were announcements here of what would happen and when, but I understand for the intermittent reader this might come as a surprise. Sorry about that. You both know me well enough by now, I hope, to believe I was just trying not to overdramatize the end. Because most of Bierce's dictionary has been got through, this blog was getting more and more administrative so less fun to write. It's still great fun knowing you all, but I can continue to do that on your blogs and intend to.

Ariel, I'd start there.

Mo'a, I think the surprise Ariel is referring to is probably that it will not be her mother making the lemon cake but her, and so might have whole lemons baked in.

Tried to put an end to my blog a year ago but something got my goat and suddenly I started blogging more than ever. More visitors (over 400k) in the most recent 10 months than in the combined 3 years prior to that.

Rabbit, rabbit! Doug, I'm sorry I missed the number. I could have sworn one of your buddies had said fifty earlier. Sorry.I might could sneak you into AARP now anyway...You might want to make a call for ideas on your new blog. ..

Thanks, Sauerkraut. I think I can put this one to sleep. Besides, I'd probably have to keep going another 15 years to get to 400,000 visitors.

Yeah, Terry. Your birthday is November 30, and Christmas is the 25th this year.

Same to you, Actonbell.

Yeah, Jim, that was Terry. She also remembers all the important dates, but unimportant numbers are beneath a crow. (Also, I think she thought I was turning 41.) Maybe I can get in to AARP meetings by hiding in your beard?

Hey Doug. I am here at the Grandparents Weirsdo with access to a computer but no e-mail address or memory of your last update regarding where you are on the Web (if anywhere) these days. May I wish you Happy Holidays, call your attention to Dr. Minnie's latest post, and look forward to catching up on "Waking Ambrose's" last days (sniff).

Oh dear, I have been gone for a long time. Just when I came looking for some fun I find you've gone! Sorry to see you go, but I hope you've boarded the right train...or at least one that takes you to an interesting place, even if it wasn't where you'd planned on going to.

Took me time to read all the comments, but I really enjoyed the article. It proved to be Very helpful to me and I am sure to all the commenter’s here! It's always nice when you can not only be informed, but also entertained! I'm sure you had fun writing this article.

Alright, I am almost a year late for all the goodbyes. That is, the not-goodbyes...typical of me. This has been a most special place, and I am so happy to have had the pleasure to come by and dip a toe in.